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[section,expanded=Story]The fox awoke feeling his body totally drained, fully nude and lying on the concrete floor at Pirate’s latex-covered talons. Pirate was sitting down watching the fox wake up, and gave a playful wave towards the fox as the muffled club’s bass slowly brought him awake. “Mornin’ sleeping beauty…” he said, and Tig smiled weakly at his Master.
Suddenly, he remembered the last moments before he fell unconscious. At least from his mind, all he could recall was his Master being furious at him for not taking cock, then the mask went on, and it blurred from there. The past few weeks of him being a toyslut weren’t even recorded in his memory, and he scurried to kiss at his Master’s toes, rushing to apologise to him for his insolence. Pirate leaned back and let him kiss and suck his toes for a little while, enjoying the sensation and chuckling to himself, before revealing what the past few weeks had been all about. Tig looked up with wide eyes, before blushing and biting his lip. No wonder he felt so damn sore…but Pirate explained to him that while him being a good boy under the influence of the smoke was fun…he had to be a good boy out of that, too.
Tig went back down to his talons, asking him how he could prove he was in between eager, needy kisses and licks. Pirate let the fox worship his feet for a little while, a few plans going through his mind…and one in particular came into his mind as he picked up the fox’s chastity cage key. Tig mostly had self-discipline be his keyholder…but of course, now it was in the bird’s possession.
“Passed this on t’ Master and Master, I bet.” Pirate said, letting it glint in the flourescent light. “Well I want t’ be th’ last one who carries this useless little thing. Come along, toy.”
Tig started to get up but Pirate pressed him back down with his feet. “Ah ah ah. One last thing, little mammal. I don’t jus’ want yer cage t’ be permanent. I want you t’ be mine forever. Now you can turn around an’ we go about our ways separately, but on good terms.”
He pressed his talon sole into the fox’s face and licked his beak: “Or…you become mine. Forever.”
Tig kissed his sole, and made the right choice. He was quickly led to the bathrooms where Pirate didn’t even hesitate to push his cock right in and start fucking away. From how ruined Tig’s ass was it wasn’t a difficult fit, even if Pirate didn’t bother giving him so much as spit for lube. Tig started moaning away for him, begging him to go faster, harder, which the bird happily obliged. He started slapping his ass, demanding to know who’s ass it was, clearly getting closer to climax…and then just before he came he dropped the key into the toilet and flushed it away.
“You don’t need that any more, not now yer my bitch ferever.”
He growled as he hilted him and dumped his load inside, pumping rope after rope and grabbing the fox’s squirming chastity cage, as if to taunt him for not getting to feel an orgasm, or that he will never, ever feel that wonderful sensation of his cock being free ever again. It all happened so quickly that Tig had to wonder…was that…it? Sure he agreed to being owned, and he had his key flushed away, but he had an insubordinate thought creep into his head, and it accidentally slipped out when he asked Pirate what was next. He shouldn’t have done that…Pirate laughed, slapped his ass, pulled back, and told him that he’d see. Just keep that tail up, he said…oh, and no safewords this time. They’d be ignored, apparently.
As he exited the stall, it seemed someone was waiting for his turn. A familiar hippogryph, flared and ready to fuck…and no poppers or mind-melting drugs in sight.[/section]
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